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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,795
Peak in subgenre #983
Author
dgnwallz
Uploaded
September 13, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
About a weird dream of mine. Hope you enjoy it
Lyrics
I walk along, a long lonely street
To where I dont belong. I dont know who I am.
There are strangers who lookin' at me. Suddently one asked me. Do u know who i'm?
(rap)
Sorry ma'am I dont even know who I am. I searching the road to find where i belong a I can.
The woman held my hand as a thank any way. Then she walked away straight without saying any thing. There was a man with a hate looking rite next to a little boy with a cruel screaming. I hurt I sore I mess up. I try to run far away off this dream but I couldnt get up.
But now on my sight there' s just people like me. They walkin' around just like they can not see. Then I met a hopeless beautiful woman eyes. I couldn't see her soul. I thought mine couldnt be seen either. I tried to smile but it wasn't like a smile. N all around me there just non-smiling face. We're all nervous as we're on a race. My mind brainstorming. Wat da hell is that race?
Rite on the street there a gate we call chance. Most of them don't walk in. They're missing a chance
I saw a sign wich tells me to turn rite.
But now I know who I'm I decided to go straight.
(rap)
Now I'm on the stage like the others in this crazy nitemare. Every one have their role and try to climb up stair to the leading role in the play of life. Or else they could be kicked out or be retired. Here 's a woman try to be the richest, making up her face and wait for her husband to arrived. There would be successful bussiness man. I see the aim in his eyes, and his friend ( crawling under his steps)
Back to the stage with role that I'm. A money maker or a hero man. Among those people keep rushing forward I recognize there was no time for them to be kind as they were. What they need is just a happy face to face life. N wat they missin' is a chance to stay behind, to stay behind to care for their own life. To face their own face and to be wat they are.
